In the beginning, it felt like it may have been in a dramatic way. I don’t know if I said “not dramatic,” but it didn’t feel performative. It felt real, disorienting, and physical.

I was shot, and afterward it felt like my skeleton didn’t fit in my body anymore. Like something fundamental had shifted and I couldn’t get back into alignment with myself.

Psychedelic experiences were part of my early path, and through them I found meditation. That was the first time stillness felt stabilizing instead of abstract.

Yoga came after that. Yoga became a way back into my body. I eventually went to yoga school, not to teach poses, but to understand embodiment, regulation, and presence from the inside out. Before yoga, I had already learned through meditation teachings that when chakras are aligned, there is more flow with the universe. Because of that, yoga felt like a natural integration. Yoga and meditation are the same language expressed differently.

I fell in love with it. I went whenever I could: studios, beach yoga in Miami, morning classes, evening classes. Yoga became phenomenal for me.

Over time, I learned from voices that helped contextualize my experiences, including Andy, Ram Dass, Joe Dispenza, and Deepak Chopra.

I’m currently going to school for hypnosis, continuing to refine tools that work directly with the subconscious, nervous system, and deeply held patterns.